as the leaves of the spring emerge, leaving the cold winter behind
as the barren wintery road, none's passing by
as the beauty of polluted sunset, splendid yet deadly
as the emptiness of a sub-urban at the midnight, leave a hole in my soul
bring yourself forth, charge every opponents with your lance
none shall kept you still
because the world is changing
so am i
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